There is something that I have been wanting to share in this space for few weeks. Now that I am comfortable, I am writing about it here.
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Anybody who has been reading my blog would know how much I love my career and the workplace. I have completed by MBA, got my PMP and have been making some good progress in everything. I was in a comfortable space.
And then life decided to intervene. I wanted a career change. I was very unsure at first. The job was closer to home. Flexible. There were good people and an awesome boss. So, change was not a necessity for me but an option. After thoughtful consideration, at one point I made up my mind and decided to move on. I formulated a plan of action and started looking for options.
In about 4 weeks, I got a new job offer. I was in a dilemma. Choices have always been difficult for me. I needed to decide soon. I wanted to make a decision not by emotion but by logic and practicality.
I gave it some serious thought. Lemon was all for it. He has always been supportive and has always let me explore options.
The timing was right. So decision was finally made one day and I hesitantly quit my job. Sharing the news with friends was the hardest of all. Some were shocked. Some were sad. And some others must have been very happy – I think!
There was no build up to tell the news to parents too. It was more like, coming back from work one day and then saying, “I am done with this job. I am starting a new one in couple weeks!” It took a while for them to let it all sink in.
Like I suspected, mom was mad at me at first. She was worried if I would be able to adjust to everything new. Lime would start school soon and Lily would start going to day care very soon! And, mom & dad would be leaving to India. So, I would lose all the help. I don’t blame mom. How could she possibly not be worried? I was too! We spoke over it a few times and at some point we both understood, accepted the changes and she was happy and excited for me.
The new job would be in Boston downtown. I would have to do a fair amount of commute, every day, from my home to the office. The job offer was in one of those decent tall buildings in downtown. It gave me a high every time I would think of it.
Anyone remember this post and this? I have always been fascinated by tall buildings. Going to the top floor of a very tall building for a good view has always been a favorite thing to do. So, why would I not like to work in one of those buildings? Right? Right!
So, being the drama queen at home, I was bursting in excitement. Lemon cared less every time I expressed my love for tall buildings. He wanted to know why I had a preference at all, especially for the place of work. Why care about a building? All that matters is that you should love the place and like the work.
I know there’s a lot of truth in what he said. But I got an offer in a tall one and that is huge for me. Subconsciously I pictured myself there. I went over the idea and the changes in my head over and over again. I told myself I was ready!
I dragged through the last few days at the previous job, waiting to start something new. The night before my first day at new job I couldn’t sleep. I was scared. I worried about how the new place is going be. How the new people will be. How bad the commute will be from home. How many obstacles I will have to face. How many sacrifices I’m going to have to make. Everything was unknown.
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Lets fast forward a bit now….. It’s been a month, already, in the new place. Believe it or not, it has been a journey so far. From being in a comfort zone and being anxious to a feeling of great happiness and triumph. It took me a while to decide, accept and get here. Right now, I am focused on learning and being tactical. The morning commute may not the best one for me but I am trying not to let any fears or negativity get in.
This is a huge leap forward. So all you readers, pass me some good wishes, will you?